Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

When I woke, the lighthouse was dark, but the morning sun had began to filter through. The thick blanket was wrapped tightly around my naked body, along with Damien. His head was tucked into my neck, and I listened to his soft breathing. I didn't want to move, I could stay here forever. Damien then stuttered and tightened his grip on me before leaning up. He yawned, then using his hand to rub a knot in his back, "We slept here? That wasn't supposed to happen." He grasped for his phone. There were no messages or missed calls. Damien then shrugged it off, "Guess mom isn't even up yet." He placed his phone back onto the floor before he tossed a shirt over his head. I did the same, slipping on my pants.

"You should move in with me." Damien announced suddenly.

My body jolted, almost out of shock, "What?"

Damien laughed and then shrugged, "Move in with me. You already been living there pretty much. I just figured it would be more romantic if I asked, I guess?"

I stared at him, almost with an open mouth. It caused him to laugh nervously and scratch the back of his head, "I'm sorry, it's too early in the morning for all that nonsense." Damien stood and pulled the blanket off my body, "We should probably head back." He continued to avoid eye contact with me as we dressed and collected our things. The car ride back to Mama's house was completely silent, besides the air flowing from the air conditioning. Even though Damien drove with a smile, his eye read something different. Even though his lips were turned upwards, his eyebrows were slightly raised and his browns eyes seemed glossy. Damien swallowed a couple of times, like he was trying to hold something down in his throat. Anger, maybe? Hurt? I chose to ignore it. Why ask when I'm already living with him? Why make it awkward? Why embarrass himself? Maybe I should've just played along, maybe he wanted to ask for it to be official. I did only move in because of the shooting. Maybe he wanted changed... . I slowly turned towards Damien, smiling as I placed a hand onto his, "Yes, I'll move in with you." Damien sighed and slowly slipped his hand away from mine,

"No, don't let my reaction affect your decision to move in with me. I'm sorry, I-"

"Damien, I thought about it, and I'm okay with it. Let's do it." I clutched my teeth harshly.

Damien then smiled, and grasped back at my hand, smiling and silently thanking me.

When we arrived back to Momma's, she stood in the doorway with Luci brushing against her legs. She smiled, something strange and devilish. Her eyes landed onto Damien's first, ginning, "Good morning, son."

"Good morning, mother." He smiled, "Mind your business."

"Mhmmm ." She pondered aloud.

"I heard that you run a bakery in town?" I quickly chimed in, "Did you bring anything from the shop?"

Momma then beamed with joy, her smile almost overtaking her face, "Of course! Come in, come in!"

The smell of fresh baked pastries hit my nose, filling the tiny home. My belly growled loudly. Damien laughed and gently rubbed my shoulder, grabbing a plate, "Let's eat, my love." Donuts and Danishes decorated the table, coming in all different shapes and colors. Damien placed multiple treats onto my plate, then sliding it to me with a glass of my favorite juice. He sat next to me, quietly eating away at his warm breakfast meal. Momma continued to hum to herself in the kitchen. Luci rubbed herself against our legs as we ate in silence.

"We should probably start heading home soon. I'm sure the business is on fire by now."

"I'm sure Chase has had about seven panic attacks in the three days that we've been gone." Damien laughed and grabbed our empty plates. He gently placed a kiss onto my forehead before disappearing into the kitchen with his mom. I plopped Luci onto my lap, petting her soft, white fur. I could hear them whispering from the kitchen. Maybe I should go ahead and pack my suitcase. I gently brushed the cat from my lap and headed upstairs into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I pulled my suitcase out from under the bed. A box came with it. 'Damien's Things' it was labelled. I fought a strong urge to look through the box and shoved it back underneath the bed.

"Hey." Damien called from the doorway, "Everything alright?" I nodded silently and continued to shove things into my suitcase. He sat next to me and crossed his legs, then releasing a sigh, "Mom's making a nice, big lunch. And then we can head home."

"We'll need to go clean out my apartment." I added, "I'm sure there's not much left, so I can do it by myself."

"Alright." Damien sighed, "I'll have Chase run by to check on you, since I'll be cleaning up his big mess."

I zipped up my suitcase and collapsed onto Damien's shoulder, then grasping at his fingers.

"Where's your dad?" I questioned cautiously, "I mean, I know that he's-"

"He's been nonexistent my entire life, pretty much. Which, it's fine. My mom has always been there in his place. So, I never really needed him in my life. She's all I ever needed."

I smiled to him, and took a breath, "My mom was like that too, before my dad..." I trailed off. He already knew that part of my story, "They both were like that. My dad was normally home to take me to the park, or to get McDonalds. My mom worked most of the time, but she was home at night." I sighed and rocked myself for a second before opening my mouth to speak again, "Anyways, my dad died, and it wrecked my mom. She lost her job, so we ended up moving away into my grandfathers house."

"Have you called her -your mom?" Damien asked softly.

"No. I just..." I rolled my eyes and quickly pushed the hair back from my face, "I've been too busy lately for all that."

"You should probably call her, just to make sure she's okay?"

"I'm sure she's fine." I quickly snapped.

"Still." Damien rebutted, "Just to check in at least." We sat in silence for a moment before he stood and straightened out his clothing, though it was already wrinkled.

"Let's go eat, then we'll go."

Momma was quieter than usual. She moved sluggishly when placing the plates onto the dining room table. Damien peered around the corner, and his smile dropped when he noticed his mothers current state.

"Mom." Damien called softly, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh yes, sweetheart." She smiled weakly, "I'm alright, just tired." Damien continued to stare at his mother's movements. She weakly laughed and rolled her eyes, "Baby, I'm just getting old, that's all."

"Momma, I'm sorry, but-"

"No, no!" She giggled, "But nothing. Your mom is just old, and that's final."

Damien sank back into his seat, but his panicked look didn't fade from his stern face. I rested a hand onto his thigh to reassure him. Nothing changed inside his face.

"Now eat up." She trembled, "I don't want you both going home hungry."

"Promise you'll call?"

"Of course, mom. I'll call whenever I have a moment to spare."

"Then that will be never." She giggled. Damien playfully rolled his eyes and gently placed a kiss onto his forehead, "I promise to call, mom." She smiled again before releasing Damien from her grasp.

"It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Fischbach."

"Me too, (Y/N)." She winked to Damien, "I'll see you soon?"

"Of course, momma."